dear charley

[sugarpills]

[ ryan sits at his suite, with an old calligraphy pen, and a piece of paper that looked like it was run over a few times. the layer that's still inside of him is screaming, pleading that he postpone the letter because it lacked even a speck of professionalism. but you couldn't be picky in zelien. he was just lucky this thing didn't smell like garbage. or something even worse. he pushes the pocket watch aside, supporting the paper on an old book he found. and he begins to write. ]

Dear Charley

Miss. Charley Pollard

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Charley,

I know you probably don't want to read this right now. I'm pretty sure you don't have want anything to do with me anymore. And that's completely understandable. I don't want much to do with me either. But if you could, I'd like for you to read this. Even once is okay.

Charley, you have been the answer to everything my best friend. When I was on the Charon, I was completely miserable. I believed that I was crazy, and that everyone else thought so too. There were a lot of unhealthy things going through my mind, but when I met you, there was just something that made me think differently you helped me you made me feel like I mattered. Not so much mattering in ' I have a purpose on this ship ' but like in that my existence mattered. You wanted me there and you wanted me to stay.

You're a beautiful woman, inside and out. There's no doubt that everyone agrees including your doctor friend, and there's no reason why you should think any differently. You're smart, and you're beautiful and witty and enlarging the best thing I could have asked for here. You saved me.

I don't know what happened. I didn't want it to happen
it wasn't me and i

Things happened that I really regret. I can't explain how much I hate myself for hurting you There are things that I really can't describ
I don't know what happened, but it

I don't know how to explain this. I want to tell you that it wasn't me that hurt you. I want to say that I didn't mean it at all and I never wanted to hurt you. There's nothing more I want to do than say than I don't know what happened and just to forget it. But none of that would make sense would it? I [ a few frustrated squiggles can be seen. ]

This is really hard. I don't know what to say other than I love you and that it wasn't me
it wasn't me. I never wanted to hurt you before, and I don't want to hurt you now. I want to tell you everything's going to be okay and not to worry because it'll never happen again. But that sounds bad.

Maybe I am crazy. I don't know anymore. I don't think anyone will.

Thanks for reading this, Charley. And I really do love you, no matter what you think or what has happened.

Sincerely,

Ryan Newman

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[sugarpills]

[ Nothing can describe how Ryan feels right now.

When she throws her arms around her, and feels her rubbing into his shoulder, he's filled with relief. And sadness. And still a little guilt. But above it all, there's this wonderful feeling of joy that he hasn't felt in forever. It was mind-numbing, and left this funny tingling in his fingertips. Before he knows it, Ryan feels tears sliding down his cheeks.

What should he say? There's one thing that comes to mind…but let's not say it. She knows. ] I missed you.

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[Charley pulls back to look into his eyes, brushing her fingers gently over his cheeks to dry his tears. This settles it. There is no way he ever meant what he did. It was all COMPASS' doing. There could be no doubt.]

I missed you too, darling.

[Her voice is soft, quiet, and wavering just a bit with the tears she won't shed. Not tonight. Ryan should see her happy. He needs to know she's alright, and that everything will be okay between them.]

Come on. It will be much warmer in the room when we get inside and close the doors.

[She reaches down to take his hand, threading her fingers with his, leading him towards the small room. It would never be big enough for anyone to live in, but it's good enough for two to spend an evening.]